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| Inspired by Ghosts |
I am a Ghost sometimes
not by choice or will
I move amongst them, ghosts
In warmth of noon or eve of day
I move amongst them, ghosts
In warmth of noon or eve of day
in wake of morning's chill
before the light's parade
I never know where I am
never recognize the place
expect to see folks I know
folks I’ve loved, a cherished face
I am not there where I think
No one is near that I expect
I never know where I am
never recognize the place
expect to see folks I know
folks I’ve loved, a cherished face
I am not there where I think
No one is near that I expect
if anyone at all
I transmogrify, teleport,
transcend the chrysalis
I transmogrify, teleport,
transcend the chrysalis
to be free of this binding reverie
to find I have gone no where
know no one
am disturbed by my loss
unsettled and restive
no longer trust what I see
or touch or hear.
to find I have gone no where
know no one
am disturbed by my loss
unsettled and restive
no longer trust what I see
or touch or hear.
I don't wish it nor incline
But I am a ghost sometimes.
But I am a ghost sometimes.
Note to you young and/or aspiring poets: Notice the rhyme scheme is a parabolic meter of aab aab aao aal abc l xox o, with a double gainer and a half twist. I have a patent, trademark, and copyright so don't try it or I will knock your dick in the dirt.
